"Ah, ha!" said she,—"and that's it, hey?"
And then she began to grow shorter and thicker, and fatter and squattier.
"And how do I suit you now?" she wheezed at length, when she had wilted down to about the size of a large loaf of bread.
I shook more violently than ever at the fearful spectacle.
"How do you like me now?" she yelped again,—"And don't you lie to me neither, or I'll swaller you whole!"
I writhed and hid my face.
"Do you like me?"
"No-o-oh!" I moaned.
She made another snatch at my hair. I felt her jagged claws sink into my very brain. I struggled and she laughed hideously.
"You don't, hey?"